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Din’s been to Tatooine with its two suns. He’s visited planets with one sun, and several that hardly see sunlight at all.

He’s never seen a sun with a face before. The rising sun resembles a golden human infant, and it squeals delightedly as Din soars his shining silver N-1 across the cloudless blue sky.

From his glass dome in the astrometric port, Grogu gurgles back.

The planet is tiny, more like the forest moon of Endor, but this is no forest. The entire surface appears to be covered in grassy hills with patches of colorful flowers.

Din starts to slow his ship down. It’s a peaceful place for Grogu to play and stretch his tiny legs.

The only signs of life are hopping, brown rodents with long ears. Grogu will have fun chasing them.

“It’s still just you and me, buddy.” Din tells Grogu, not counting the baby sun. “I don’t see any sign of civilization.”

Less than a minute later, he spots a hill that appears to have been fashioned into a dwelling. Its domed doors and windows have glass panes resembling the petals of the large flowers scattered through the field.

Din lands and climbs out of the cockpit, his boots hardly making a sound on the grass. He gets ready to lower Grogu to the ground, but Grogu jumps out and lands by himself. A trick he picked up during their time apart.

Grogu toddles through the grass, probably hoping for something amphibious to snack on. 

Din glances at the hill house. Before he’s even stepped toward the door, an alien jumps out of a hole on top of the domed roof.

He’s a species Din’s never seen before, light green and clearly a toddler like Grogu, but the similarities end there. 

He has a brown face and large, rounded ears. A straight antenna stands atop his head, and his stomach has an odd gray rectangle that resembles a screen.

A disembodied voice counts “one,” and the alien repeats it back.

Another alien, clearly the same species but red with a lighter face and a circular antenna, pops out after the first. “Two!”

The third one is yellow with a curly antenna. The three look around until the biggest- a purple alien with a triangular antenna- jumps out with a cry of “Four!”

Speakers rise out of the ground, announcing “Time for Teletubbies! Time for Teletubbies!”

The Teletubby aliens sing their names- Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa and Po- and say hello by babbling “Eh-oh!”

The Teletubbies do a big group hug, then exclaim “uh-oh!” before racing away. 

Grogu toddles after them, even leaps a few times, but can’t catch up.

The baby sun gurgles as a speaker rises from the ground to ask “Where have the Teletubbies gone?”

“Are you going to find them?” Din asks Grogu. It’s pretty clear they aren’t hostile.

The Teletubbies find them first. Po, the red one, is the first to notice Din’s shiny ship and armor. She waves at her own reflection in the N-1, giggling. “Eh-oh, Po!”

Grogu toddles forward, his tiny clawed hand reaching towards Po’s mitten hand. 

“Eh-oh!” Po waves at Grogu, who coos but has never babbled.

“Grogu.” Din supplies, smiling under his helmet at the way Grogu perks up at his name.

“Eh-oh, Grogu!” Po waves, delighted. Grogu pokes at Po’s odd screen stomach, and Po giggles.

Dipsy comes tromping along. Like Po, he greets his reflection, though he points to the whole ship. “What’s that?”

“It’s my ship.” Din suspects this planet doesn’t get many visitors.

“What’s that?” Dipsy points to Din’s armor.

“It’s armor. It keeps me safe.” Din doubts that these Teletubbies have ever faced danger, even with the galaxy in the state it’s in. Their tiny planet is far too idyllic.

“Safe.” Dipsy repeats, gazing happily at the grassy hills and smiling sun.

Po joins in. “Safe!” 

“The Teletubbies were always safe in Teletubby Land,” says the disembodied male voice.

By now, Tinky-Winky and Laa-Laa have joined them. 

Po states Grogu’s name so the others can greet him and Laa-Laa looks questioningly at Din.

“You can call me Mando.”

“Eh-oh, Mando!” they all wave.

“Dipsy try Mando’s hat!” Dipsy reaches up towards Din’s helmet, and Din shakes his head. 

“I don’t like taking it off.” 

Grogu burbles, reaching for Dipsy.

“What’s that?” Tinky-Winky stares.

Din wonders when Grogu will reach this stage of constant questions. Different species develop differently, he’s heard. Grogu being fifty certainly proves that.

Laa-Laa picks Grogu up and cuddles him. She’s not much bigger, but big enough.

The narrator voice states “Grogu wasn’t a Teletubby.” Din thinks that’s pretty clear, but the Teletubbies all repeat it.

“I don’t know his species, but he’s my son.” Din hardly believes it himself.

“Sun!” Tinky-Winky turns his white face up towards the baby sun, blinking in its light. 

“Not that sun.” Din chuckles. “He’s my son. We’re a clan. Family.”

It suddenly dawns of Din that he hasn’t seen a single parental figure here. Unless their father is the man broadcasting the disembodied narration. Din doesn’t know everything about parenting- Peli Motto claimed he didn’t know anything about caring for an infant- but he feels that would be a bizarre parenting practice.

Grogu wriggles out of Laa-Laa’s hold, hopping to the ground to look for something to eat.

“It was time for tubby custard,” the possible-parental voice reminds the Teletubbies, who lead Din and Grogu inside their domed hill home. The inside is mostly metallic like a spaceship, though Din doubts their home can fly. A pink slide runs down from the hole they’d jumped out of earlier.

Din watches their droid suspiciously. He no longer hates every droid on principle, but he still doesn’t like them all.

Like the rest of this planet, the droid is unfamiliar. It has a blue, cylindrical body and a long, black trunk-like hose to suck things up. It wiggles telescopic eyes around on smaller hoses as it slurps crumbs off the floor.

There are no adults cooking for the Teletubbies. Instead, they operate the Tubby Custard machine with switches and knobs and dials. A conveyor belt moves a clear bowl to be filled.

Grogu, of course, is enchanted with the controls, like he’d been with the silver sphere on the Razor Crest. He hops atop the Tubby Custard machine, pulling levers and whacking buttons.

“Uh-oh!” cry the Teletubbies, though they giggle.

“Don’t break it.” Din scoops Grogu off the machine. He wonders whether the Teletubbies have ever broken the machine, and if they could fix it before they starved. Maybe that’s what the droid is for? But it seems to primarily be for cleaning.

The machine fills the clear bowl with pink liquid, and Po cheers “Tubby Custard!”

Dipsy fills a bowl for Grogu, and Tinky-Winky offers one to Din, who sets it aside. “Thank you, but I can’t eat around anyone else.”

The Teletubbies sit around a table to slurp their Tubby Custard, and Grogu sits atop the table, drinking his bowl.

Outside the window, a windmill starts to spin.

“Uh-oh!” the Teletubbies abandon their meal, running out to huddle and collapse on a hill before marching to the top. Din watches as, one by one, their antennae and screen stomachs light up. Grogu waddles after them, leaping up the hill.

At last, only Dipsy’s screen is lit up, showing some sort of video that the Teletubbies crowd around to watch.

As the droid powers down, Din takes the opportunity to remove his helmet and quickly drink his bowl of Tubby Custard.

Dipsy’s video broadcast has ended by the time he puts his helmet back on and joins them outside.

Grogu flips backwards into Din’s armored arms.

“Eh-oh, Mando!” Po waves, as if Din has been gone all day 

“Again, again!” Dipsy chants, and the other three join in. 

The video replays. A dark-skinned human sings a song to babies of many species- humans, Rodians, Twi’leks, Wookies and Nautolans. There are no other Teletubbies in the video, and no members of Grogu’s species.

When the video ends, the Teletubbies wander in different directions. Po rides an obselete wheeled toy that she powers by pushing with her foot on the ground. She chants in another language as she rides her “cooter”

Laa-Laa bounces a large orange ball. She seems to favor it almost as much as Grogu loves the silver ball from the Razor Crest.

Grogu uses his powers to levitate the orange ball above Laa-Laa’s head. She gasps and flaps her yellow arms like wings. Po steps off her scooter to jump, trying to catch Laa-Laa’s ball.

Din’s own smile is hidden behind his helmet as he watches Grogu play with the others.

Somebody tugs Din’s cape. When he looks down, he sees Dipsy wearing a tall white hat covered in oddly shaped black spots.

“Dipsy hat!” Dipsy proclaims proudly.

“It’s nice,” Din tells him, though he’d never wear it.

“Mando try Dipsy’s hat!” Dipsy lifts it off his antenna, holding it out to Din. With a sigh, Din puts the spotted hat atop his helmet, making Dipsy laugh and clap.

Grogu waves his hand, sending Laa-Laa’s ball sailing to knock the hat off Din’s helmet. The Teletubbies and baby sun squeal with laughter.

Grogu and the Teletubbies take turns hiding among the hills and sparse trees and finding each other. The game is unhurried and simple, and Grogu clearly enjoys taking the time to relax and play.

Eventually, they head back inside the hill house. Tinky-Winky takes a silver blanket from his bed and wraps it around himself like armor. Laa-Laa drapes hers like a cape.

For supper the Teletubbies and Grogu have Tubby Toast instead of Tubby Custard. Each round piece has a simple smiling face on it. The Teletubbies keep glancing between the Tubby Toast, their own faces, and Din’s helmet.

Din isn’t going to appease their curiosity this time. He keeps his helmet on, and watches warily as the droid sucks toast crumbs off Laa-Laa. He holds Grogu as the droid slurps crumbs off his rough robe.

The Teletubbies head back outside to play, but soon a speaker rises from the ground. “Time for Tubby Bye-Bye. Time for Tubby Bye-Bye.”

The Teletubbies all groan in disappointment, but wave bye to the voice as they duck behind hills.

Dipsy pops up. “Boo!”

The others join him, and Grogu gurgles in Din’s arms.

“No,” chides the voice, and the Teletubbies mimic him.

They repeat the routine of saying goodbye and hiding behind hills. 

A female voice says “The sun is setting in the sky. Teletubbies say goodbye.”

As Din climbs back into his ship, the Teletubbies climb atop their hill home. One by one, they wave and jump back in the hole. Po is the last to go, and she peeks out to wave to Grogu in his bubble as Din makes the ship lift off.

As they fly up into the planet’s atmosphere, the baby sun sets behind the hills.

“Looks like it’s just us again.” Din says. “Did you like that planet?”

Grogu coos, crawling out of his bubble to curl in Din’s lap as they soar into the stars. 

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Din wakes to the sight of Grogu peeking over the edge of the bed, rising like a little green baby sun.

Grogu’s much cuter, of course.

Grogu gurgles and, after a moment, leaps high into the air, landing on Din’s chest. He waves at Din- he’s been waving a lot since their visit to the Teletubbies’ tiny planet.

“Good morning,” Din says as Grogu snuggles against his chest. Grogu’s been hugging him more too, though Din can’t complain.

Grogu’s done with cuddling once Din gets out of bed. Springing over to IG-12, Grogu pilots the droid to root through the cabinets for his morning meal. With the droid, the cookies are well within Grogu’s reach, though he probably could have levitated them down regardless.

After removing the lid with IG-12’s hands, Grogu summons a cookie into his own eager hands.

“Cookies aren’t a meal.” Din sighs, taking the jar from the droid’s hands.

Grogu mashes one of IG-12’s speech buttons. “No. No. No.”

“Do you want some Tubby Custard?” Din readies a bowl of pink liquid. It’s not the real thing, he’s merely been coloring soup pink, but Grogu enjoys the reminder of his friends.

But Grogu smacks the droid’s speech button again. “No.”

Din should have realized Grogu’s access to words would turn the morning meal into a negotiation. He finally convinces Grogu to eat the soup first and save the cookie for dessert.

Today’s morning meal feels almost as difficult as protecting Grogu from Moff Gideon. To conclude the meal, Grogu spits up pink sludge down the front of his robe.

Before Din can comment, he gets a call.

“Eh-oh, Grogu! Eh-oh, Mando!” the holographic figures of Laa-Laa, Dipsy and Po wave at them. Grogu waves back.

The Teletubbies must be broadcasting the call on Tinky Winky’s screen stomach, since his figure isn’t shown.

Din keeps loading the dishwasher. He’s felt some remorse about leaving the Teletubbies alone with only voices as any sort of adult presence. Not the same gnawing guilt as when he’d first delivered Grogu, of course, but he’s been thinking about it.

The Teletubbies appear as cheerful as ever, and they’re still tubby and well-fed. Their Tubby Custard and Tubby Toast machines must still be functioning.

They’re clearly fascinated by the dishwasher, and Din starts explaining the steps. He suspects any activity would enthrall the Teletubbies. Grogu shows how he can help, with the help of his IG-12 suit. Grogu accidentally makes the droid drop a dish, which shatters on the floor.

“Uh-oh!” cry the Teletubbies. “Where Grogu’s Noo-Noo?”

That must be the designation for their vacuum droid. Din shows them his handheld vacuum, and they’re clearly confused that it isn’t a droid.

Once the shards are vacuum up, the Teletubbies exclaim over the pink stain on Grogu’s robe, clearly expecting Din to vacuum it off.

“I have to wash Grogu’s robe now.” Din tells them.

The holographic Teletubbies wave and call “Bye-bye!” 

Grogu pops up in IG-12, burbling before bashing the no button.

“Nooo!” the Teletubbies echo before saying goodbye again.

The call ends, and Din is sure the Teletubbies are already watching it again.

As Din pulls off Grogu’s soiled robe, he asks “Want to visit their planet again soon?”

Grogu presses his yes button urgently, repeatedly.

As Din washes the pink soup off the robe, he gets an idea.

The next time they fly through the Teletubby planet’s atmosphere, the baby sun is already high in the sky, grinning at their spaceship. The Teletubbies stop running through through the fields to wave.

They giggle when they see Grogu in his bubble.

Rather than his usual robe, Din has dressed Grogu in a hooded bodysuit like the Teletubbies, with only his green face and pointed ears uncovered. It’s the same brown as his robe.

Din had cut a rectangular hole in the stomach so the Beskar chainmail shirt Grogu wears underneath sparkles like the screens in the Teletubbies’ stomachs.

“Grogu looked just like a Teletubby.” the narrative voice announces as the Teletubbies huddle around Grogu for a hug.

Grogu romps through the flowers with the Teletubbies. A speaker rises from the ground to recite a rhyme full of creatures Din’s never heard of- cats with fiddles, a cow jumping over the moon and a laughing dog. A dish running away with a spoon doesn’t make much sense either.

“Run away!” the Teletubbies giggle and chase each other around. Grogu can’t keep up unless he leaps, and probably misses controlling IG-12’s longer legs.

When the windmill spins, Laa-Laa is the one to show the call on her screen. Two boys, Oscar and Felix, tell a rhyming story of a living cookie shaped like a boy, which runs away from everyone.

Din thinks it would be an easy catch, but nobody in the story hires a bounty hunter to capture the cookie.

Grogu gurgles, poking Laa-Laa’s screen with a brown, mittened hand. Din is sure that Grogu would try to eat the Gingerbread Boy, living or not, like he’d eaten the Frog Lady’s eggs.

After watching the story a second time, a speaker rises from the ground to say “Run, run as fast as you can. You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”

Din smiles behind his mask as he watches Grogu run around with his friends. He’s glad Grogu can finally turn being chased into a game, rather than the very real threat of being hunted across the galaxy.

Din relaxes in the grass as the children play around him. The afternoon passes peacefully.

Eventually, the speakers announce “Time for Tubby Bye-Bye! Time for Tubby Bye-Bye!”

The Teletubbies wave goodbye, hiding behind their hills again before jumping up to say boo. Grogu launches himself in the air with his powers.

The Teletubbies wave goodbye to Din and Grogu, clearly hoping they’ll keep visiting, before hopping back into the hole in their hill home.

Grogu waves back, and Din suspects they’re going to become the only frequent visitors to the planet, giving the Teletubbies some interaction with the galaxy other than through the screens in their stomachs.

“Stay safe,” Din says as Tinky Winky pokes his purple head back out to wave a final time.

Din places Grogu in his bubble and climbs into the cockpit. Grogu shakes his head.

“We’ll be back,” Din promises Grogu as the baby sun sets and Din pilots their ship back into the stars.

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Din’s seen all manners of cultures across the galaxy, but the Teletubbies’ lives still strike him as odd.

Different species, of course, raise their young very differently. Even within a species there are all sorts of parents.

In some species, the young hatch and fend for themselves from infancy. Others are looked after for years, likely decades for Grogu’s kind, considering Grogu is barely a toddler and already fifty years old. 

Even traveling all around the galaxy, Din’s never seen another member of Grogu’s species. And he’s never seen another Teletubby on any other planet.

Din wonders if Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa and Po are the last of their kind. Perhaps they’re the sole survivors of a destroyed planet, sent to their tiny peaceful world to prevent complete extinction.

He still hasn’t figured out who’s acting as a narrator, or who’s voicing the speakers that state when it’s time for Teletubbies or time for Tubby Bye-Bye. There’s no clear explanation as to why they only interact with the Teletubbies through audio. 

Din doesn’t know who built the machines that make their food, or who fixes them when they break. He has no idea how the seemingly sentient sun has a human baby’s face. 

No answers seem to be forthcoming. Despite his skills, Din hasn’t tracked down the voices.

The next time he and Grogu visit the Teletubby planet, Po and Grogu play with the control panel in the home hill.

Din remembers Grogu mischievously poking buttons on the Razor Crest, ignoring Din when he told him to stop. These buttons don’t seem to do much other than make sounds.

One of the speakers rises from the floor to play an unfamiliar lullaby about a twinkling star. The music continues even after the speaker stops, and Po looks around for the source. Din was starting to wonder if he was the only one who questions where the voices and music come from.

As Po peeks under the table, the narrator says “The music wasn’t coming from under the table.”

Po toddles over to where Grogu is still pressing the flashing buttons at the control panel. Din briefly wonders if this is another one of Grogu’s abilities, but Po clearly thinks it’s coming from the panel itself.

“The music wasn’t coming from the control panel.”

A star appears inside the home, shining near the top of the domed ceiling. 

Po stares in awe at the twinkling light, but Grogu is far more interested in the blinking lights on the control panel.

“What’s that?” Po babbles and reaches for the star.

The narrator answers before Din can. “It was a star.”

“Star!” Po echoes, enthralled. She jumps and stretches her arms and legs out wide.

Din wonders if Po has ever seen a star before. The Teletubbies always return home before the baby sun fully sets. Have they never woken up at night to see stars in the sky?

There are, of course, billions of individuals who have never left their home planets to travel through space, and planets where the stars are hidden by smog or city lights, but it still shows how limited the Teletubbies’ lives have been.

Po gazes at the star in wonder, babbling the lullaby up at it. When the other Teletubbies join her, she points it out, and they’re equally enthralled.

The star vanishes as suddenly as it had appeared. Laa-Laa groans as the four of them chorus “All gone!”

Their brief moment of disappointment vanishes just as quickly when the windmill outside spins. The Teletubbies race outside to watch whatever video is being broadcast to them.

Din stays inside, his brow furrowed thoughtfully under his helmet.

The following day, he calls the Teletubbies from his ship. “Look at this,” he says, handing Grogu the comm.

Once again, he and Grogu are making the video that the Teletubbies are watching on Laa-Laa’s screen stomach.

Grogu crawls back into his bubble, so the Teletubbies can see him surrounded by stars.

“See all the stars?” Din lets the N-1 idle for a bit before slowly spinning. He hears the Teletubbies’ gasps over the comm, and they giggle as Din goes faster.

“Stars!” says Po.

“There are countless stars in the galaxy. They’re very hot.” Din tells them. “Look at this.”

The stars seem to stretch as Din enters hyperspace. Soon, the N-1 is surrounded by a swirling tunnel of blue light.

Grogu gazes around in wonder for a minute or two, then crawls back into Din’s lap and waves goodbye to the Teletubbies before the call ends. 

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Din has traveled to plenty of outer-rim worlds and backwater skuggle-homes, yet the Teletubbies’ planet is even more isolated than Sorgan. Teletubby Land feels as peaceful as Sorgan first had, though the peace on Sorgon hadn't lasted long.

There has yet to be a single threat in Teletubby Land, as if it truly is removed from the troubles of the galaxy. Every trip to this planet has been a harmless opportunity for Grogu to play with the other four babies.

Din’s wondered if their visits might attract outside attention, if he’ll inadvertently bring an invasion to the Teletubbies’ paradise of rolling grassy hills. But there are no signs of any other visitors. Din and Grogu appear to be their only real links to the wider galaxy. The Teletubbies watch clips of children playing on other planets, but have no other contact with them. He doubts any of the children would know where to find this planet.

Teletubby Land is truly a place where Grogu can stretch his legs and have innocent adventures with friends. The Teletubbies live an incredibly sheltered and isolated life, but their lives are free from hardships. Their problems are tame, juvenile and quickly forgotten. Whenever Din dresses Grogu in his Teletubby bodysuit rather than his usual brown robe, Grogu squeals with excitement. He loves watching his beskar armor sparkle under his bodysuit like a screen stomach.

Grogu has often befriended other children on their travels, but he seems especially connected to the Teletubbies, which Din suspects is due to their similar ages, or at least similar levels of development. Din has no idea how old the Teletubbies are, if they’ve been alive decades yet not surpassed toddlerhood, like Grogu.

None of the Teletubbies appear to have powers like Grogu.

Din still hasn’t found the source of the disembodied voices on Teletubby Land, or whether their are any more Teletubbies in the galaxy, but the universe is full of mysteries. He hasn’t seen another of Grogu’s kind either, and he still doesn’t understand the powers of the Jedi and their force. 

Grogu chose him and the life of a Mandalorian over the life of a Jedi.

Din may never learn the answers, but as long as he can ensure their safety, he’s happy enough.

Whenever they visit, Grogu returns the Teletubbies waves, if not their babbled words. He gurgles and coos, but hasn’t babbled anything like “Eh-oh!”

Grogu often toddles straight for the home hill. He loves messing with the controls (or “making adjustments”, as the narrative voice always says) and Din lost the argument about Grogu being too young to operate machinery when Grogu first controlled IG-12. Though Din still draws the line and doesn’t let Grogu press buttons on his ship. 

The controls in the home hill make odd animal noises, which is less meaningful than the yes and no buttons in IG-12, but plenty entertaining for the kids.

After messing with the controls, they run up a hill, where Dipsy’s stomach shows a young Twi’lek girl bathing her brother, dressing him and tucking him in a cot with his Tooka dolls. Grogu is fascinated, although he now has a similar routine with Din at night.

After rewatching the video and playing some more, Grogu and the Teletubbies relax on a hill to watch the clouds. 

Din isn’t particularly surprised when the clouds float down to the grass. They morph into woolly animals that Din has never encountered before.

The woolly animals wander off, letting out baaa sounds. Grogu gurgles.

A woman in a dress descends from the clouds, looking around. “Where oh where are my sheep?”

Din has, of course, tracked much trickier targets. He stands, his cape billowing in the wind, and points her in the right direction. His services are hardly required for something so simple.

The woman looks around, her skirts billowing like Din’s cape. Then she begins to sing

“I’m Little Bo Peep

I’ve lost my sheep 

I don’t know where to find them.”

Din points in the direction they traveled, but she ignores him, continuing to sing.

“Leave them alone 

And they’ll come home.

Wagging their tails behind them.”

Din frowns behind his mask. That’s no way to solve a problem.

He doubts Bo Peep has any credits to pay him, but he strides after the sheep. He can hear them singing about how they’re the sheep, but they always manage to stay just beyond the next hill.

It’s a pity he no longer has his jetpack, but Din has faced much harder odds before, and he’s not going to use any weapons here. 

This is his first time tracking a target that morphed from clouds, and he still can’t quite comprehend everything that happens on this planet.

Bo Peep doesn’t help, simply wandering around singing her song and waiting for the sheep to return. She’s vastly different from the other Bo Din knows.

Din chases the sheep over the hills, to the obvious amusement of Grogu, the Teletubbies and the sun baby. Laughter seems to surround Din as the sheep scurry away. 

This isn’t a true mission, merely entertainment for the kids.

Eventually, the sheep start to float, and Din thinks they’re turning back into clouds, but then he notices Grogu raising his mittened hands and realizes Grogu is lifting them with his powers.

“There you are!” Bo Peep says, before singing “I’m Little Bo Peep, here are my sheep. I know just where to find them.”

Din’s reputation as a Mandalorian really doesn’t precede him on this planet. 

Bo Peep and her sheep float away, and and the speakers rise from the grass. “Time for Tubby Bye-Bye! Time for Tubby Bye-Bye!”

The Teletubbies duck behind the hills, and Grogu seems comforted by the routine. Routine hadn’t been a luxury they could afford on their travels, when Din was trying to protect Grogu from Moff Gideon and various bounty hunters.

Grogu giggles when Dipsy pops up to say boo, and the others join in.

The Teletubbies wave goodbye to the voice and Din and Grogu before sliding into their hill home.

Once more, as the baby sun sets in the sky, Din and Grogu fly into the wider yet more troubled universe.

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Din and Grogu haven’t stayed past sunset on the Teletubbies’ planet. Oddly enough, Din hasn’t seen them nap during the day.

Grogu is fascinated by their row of beds. They’re egg-shaped cradles, much like the hovering pram Din found Grogu in, but with openings at the foot of each cradle for the Teletubbies to crawl in.

Grogu leaps into one of the cradles, glancing down when it stays fixed to the ground. As much as he enjoys the freedom of controlling IG-12, part of him must miss following Din around in the hover pram.

He hops slightly in the cradle.

The Teletubbies all laugh and jump on the ground. Tinky Winky, Dipsy and Po climb into their cradles and stand, clearly having never done so before. They glance around at the new height, which isn’t any higher than the raised platform in the center of their dome home.

Laa-Laa climbs into her cradle with Grogu, who’s small enough that they both fit.

A speaker rises out of the floor to sing “Five little Teletubbies jumping on their beds.” 

The Teletubbies and Grogu hop on the cradles, chuckling.

“One fell off and bumped his head.”

Tinky Winky falls out of his cradle, landing on his behind rather than his head. There’s an odd honk when he falls.

“Mando checked him over and then Mando said-“

“No more babies jumping on the bed.”

Of course, they keep jumping. When Din reaches for Grogu, he leaps from Laa-Laa’s cradle to Tinky Winky’s empty one.

“Four little Teletubbies jumping on their beds. One fell off and bumped her head.”

This time, Laa-Laa falls to the floor, laughing and kicking her feet. 

“Mando checked her over and then Mando said-“

“No more babies jumping on the bed.”

Grogu springs back to Laa-Laa’s cradle, glancing at Din with overly innocent eyes.

“Three little Teletubbies jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped her head.”

Po tries leaping between the cradles like Grogu but falls to the floor, where she rolls around laughing with Tinky Winky and Laa-Laa.

“Mando checked her over and then Mando said-“

“No more babies jumping on the bed.”

Din knows this game isn’t going to stop, no matter what he says, but his objections only make the kids enjoy it more.

“Two little Teletubbies jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head.”

Dipsy leaps off the bed and lands with a honk, chuckling.

“Mando checked him over and then Mando said-“

“No more babies jumping on the bed.”

Grogu flips in the air as he bounces from cradle to cradle, and Din is extremely relieved that he hadn’t done this when traveling in his old hovering pram.

“One little Teletubby jumping on the beds. He fell off and bumped his head.”

Grogu leaps into Din’s arms instead, gurgling happily.

“Mando checked him over and then Mando said-“

“No more babies jumping on the bed.”

Din thinks they’ve finished the game- though knowing the Teletubbies, they’ll immediately clamber to play it “again, again!”

The speaker keeps singing, to Din’s surprise.

“No little Teletubbies jumping on their beds. None fell off and bumped their heads. Mando tucked them into bed and Mando said-“

The Teletubbies crawl back into the cradles, laying down this time. Mando drapes their shiny silver blankets over their fuzzy colorful bodies.

“Go to sleep now in your beds.”

The Teletubbies slumber while Grogu dozes in Din’s arms, but the baby sun still shines outside. When Dipsy wakes up first, he starts to stand in his cradle bed, but Din shakes his head, likely seeming sterner with his helmet always on.

“No!” Dipsy chuckles and runs outside. The others wake and join him, jumping and falling and rolling joyfully down the hills until the baby sun starts to set. 

Chapter Text

“One day, in Teletubby Land, something appeared from far away.”

The narrative voice says this right before a child’s speeder bike appears out of nowhere, hovering just above the grass. The sound of a bell tolling signals its arrival, though there is no bell in sight.

Din thought that he and Grogu were the Teletubbies’ only connection to the rest of the galaxy, beyond the video broadcasts they receive on their stomach screens. Apparently stuff from the wider galaxy just appears here.

Po sails past on her wheeled scooter, honking the horn and barely glancing at the speeder bike. She scoots past once, twice, going up and down the hills.

Grogu looks back at Din, eager to ride. Din huffs a laugh under his helmet. “It’s too small for me, buddy.”

Po rides down the hill again, this time stopping to look at the speeder bike. “What’s that?” she asks.

Din answers before the narrator, and Po asks “pardon?”

Din repeats himself, and then Po repeats it back. “Speeder bike!”

“Po wanted to ride the speeder bike.” the narrator says. The Teletubbies generally listen to the voice, except when they pop from behind the hills to say boo when saying goodbye. Din can’t imagine Grogu following directions like the Teletubbies do.

“Po ride bike?” Po looks between the speeder and her beloved scooter. She grabs the bike’s handlebars, plants only one foot on a footrest, and tries to push off the ground with her other foot. She falls down and laughs.

“Po couldn’t ride the bike like her scooter.” the voice says.

When Po gets back up, Din tells her “You sit on it.”

Din lifts Po onto the speeder bike, and her bottom honks when he settles her on the seat. Po kicks her legs, but her red feet don’t reach the grass.

“Uh-oh!” she lets go of the handlebars to cover her mouth.

“There’s no need to push it.” Din explains, before this can turn into a whole ordeal of figuring out who’s big enough to reach the ground when sitting on it- Tinky Winky might be, but the bike’s hovering height could be adjusted too.

“No need to push?” Po echoes with a laugh, like Din’s being ridiculous. Din knows she’s seen spaceships, at least during the time they called and Grogu showed them the stars.

Grogu hops onto the back of the bike, clinging to Po. There is no saddlebag on the side of the bike for Grogu to ride in, but the toy speeder bike has a basket attached to the handlebars. Din places Grogu in the basket, then shows Po how to start the bike and accelerate. It’s not as fast as a real speeder bike, of course, but Po zooms over the hills quicker than she had on her scooter. 

“Fi-dit! Fi-dit!” she sings, but she clearly thinks she’s going too fast- Grogu, meanwhile, squeals excitedly in the basket. 

Po tries telling the speeder to stop, shouting “mon mon mon!”

Din helps her stop the speeder and lifts her off. She returns to her trusty scooter and rides over the hills until she’s far away from the speeder bike.

Grogu turns in the basket, staring at the empty seat as if wondering why nobody’s giving him a ride.

“Maybe one of the others will fly it.” Din says, just as the narrator announces that something else has appeared in Teletubby Land.

A brown cloth bag appears in the grass, with the same bell tolling sound. 

Tinky Winky comes tromping along, carrying his red leather handbag. He glances at the brown burlap sitting in the grass. “What’s that?”

Din picks it up and shakes it out. “It’s a bag. This is the bag I carried Grogu in.”

Tinky Winky takes it, draping the strap over his elbow. Din shows him how to hang it over his shoulder. It still drags on the ground, the strap being made for an adult.

Grogu crawls into the bag, and Din wonders if Tinky Winky will drag him over the hills. Instead, Tinky Winky removes both bags. He opens his red bag and leaves it standing in the grass. Then, with effort, he picks up Grogu in the brown bag and tries to cram him in the red bag.

There’s no way he should be able to fit, but somehow he does. Din doesn’t think Tinky Winky has Jedi powers, but maybe he ended up with a Jedi bag that can hold more than it should from looking at it.

Grogu’s head is bigger than the red bag’s handles, so Tinky Winky hugs his bag to his stomach, lugging Grogu around proudly. Grogu looks back at Din. He tolerates being carried for a minute or so before wriggling out, pulling the brown bag with him.

Din hangs the brown bag over his shoulder.

“Grogu in Tinky Winky bag!” Tinky Winky shakes his bag, and Grogu shakes his head.

Another item appears with an announcement from the narrator. It’s a small, white metal sphere, and it begins to hover, slowly spinning.

Grogu leaps into Din’s bag as if it might shoot at him, and Din reaches for his holster. He has no qualms about his “no using weapons on this planet” policy if the spherical droid even hints about hurting Grogu or one of the Teletubbies.

Laa-Laa comes over the hill, bouncing her big orange ball. She stops to stare at the hovering sphere and ask what it is.

“Some kind of droid.” Din says distrustfully. 

“It was a training remote.” the voice corrects. Din’s still wary, but it may have no more programming than Grogu’s hover pram, which wasn’t a droid at all.

The remote spins slowly, then slowly flies towards Laa-Laa. Grogu squawks from the bag, and Laa-Laa bounces her ball into the hovering droid, sending it reeling back.

Laa-Laa laughs, chasing her ball before throwing it at the remote again. Like the others, she prefers her old favorite, playing with her big bouncy ball and only using the remote as a target.

The baby sun squeals with laughter overhead.

Last but not least, Dipsy strolls over, wearing his tall white hat with black spots. 

With another chime sound, a helmet appears. It’s an odd cross between a Mandalorian helmet and a stormtrooper helmet, and is sized for an adult, not a child.

“What’s that?” Dipsy points.

“I haven’t seen one like that before.” Din’s brow creases under his helmet.

“It was a Clone helmet.” the voice explains, to Din’s surprise. As far as he knows, the Teletubbies are never shown footage of the empire, and likely have never heard of the Clone Wars. Their planet appears to have been spared, unlike Din’s.

Dipsy struggles to pick up the helmet, let alone lift it over his head. 

Grogu ducks fully into Din’s bag, hiding from the helmet. Dipsy doesn’t seem to want to wear it, though Din doubts he’d be able to support its weight if he did.

Dipsy keeps his own hat firmly on his head and marches away, leaving Din holding it until the helmet and other items disappear.

The Teletubbies don’t even notice, back to playing with their favorite things.